Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.